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What Can Wait

J.Crew Cami | Free People Bralette | Free People Super Flares

I see the sunset every night here. I've heard that the sky looks like that for not-so-great reasons (including pollution and forest fires), but still: look at it. It looks like that every. night. And every night, there's this moment when the sun hits this particular spot in the sky and comes streaming in through our living room window, and turns our entire house gold, and Indy and I go running out to do wind sprints up and down the block because it's beautiful out and because bedtime can wait.

When the sky looks like that, everything can wait, actually. Dinner. Errands. Lists and notes and emails and phone calls and all those musts and have-tos: they can all wait while you take a moment to watch.

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Fall Flowers

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I love this picture; my son is riiiight on the edge of being a full-on boy who doesn't want his mom to carry him around and kiss him, but right now? I get all the snuggles.

Also god I love this dress.

DIARY

On Second-Time Motherhood And Still Being A Mess

Lately I just feel sort of...blah. I haven't exercised regularly (other than Mudderella and a forced stop into a boot camp class) in years. My nails may look worse than they have ever looked in the history of me. What I eat prior to the hour of 5PM (when I place a series of delicious things on the table largely out of a sense of guilt) is usually whatever fell off my child's high chair, and then at midnight I suddenly get ravenously hungry and consume things like Hostess cupcakes and string cheese and these gelatinous strawberry-flavored things that Kendrick brought home from the office, all at the same time. Last night I inhaled three massive neon-colored popsicles while fully prone and staring at reality TV shows, and while my husband looked on in horror at the popsicle-eating, fuzzy-legged thing that used to be his wife.

I need a haircut. I need highlights. I need a nap.

I was talking to Morgan about this the other day - this sort of general I-feel-like-crap-ness. As the parent of two children born eighteen months apart, she's something of an expert on the topic of exhaustion, and when I was done whining she said, "Of COURSE you feel that way. You're still in the middle of it."

DIARY

To City

San Francisco, CA

H&M Shirt (similar) | Shorts | Tank | Shoes | Sunglasses | Purse (similar)

I was talking to a neighbor (and new friend), Alisa, the other day, and she said, "It's so crazy how much STUFF you guys do," meaning all those mini trips to wherever that we're constantly taking. And then she asked: "Is it because you need things to write about for your site?"

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Fall For Cozy Clothing

I think we can all agree that back-to-school clothing (and I will always think of fall clothing as “back-to-school” clothing, regardless of my age) is pretty obviously the best. Tank tops and shorts are nice and all, but cozy hats and chunky sweaters and and BOOTS?

Better.

And a nice thing about Northern California is that we actually get to experience a little taste of that whole school’s-back-in-session vibe. Sure, we don't have the amazing foliage that everyone gets all atwitter about on the East Coast, but we have, you know...a slight chill in the air. (Or at least we do when you leave the immediate vicinity of our house, which is located in the baking-hot South Bay, and head thirty minutes in any direction, where temperatures drop twenty degrees and the fog rolls in. Which is really all the excuse I need to do a little autumn shopping.)


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